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There are times when one’s path has a narrow depth of field. What is in front of and beyond that zone of clarity remains obscure and somewhat hidden.
Camera: Canonet QL19
Film: Lomography Color Negative Film F²/400
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My wife and I were spending the weekend in Brighton to celebrate our wedding anniversary and I figured the early morning (while she slept) was the perfect opportunity to try out my new b&w 10 stop filter! After having hauled myself out of bed (the night before we saw William Fitzsimmons at a tiny venue - he's an american folk singer songwriter: if you like that sort of thing, try him out!), I headed to the beach. The sun was shining, the sea was warm as I rolled my trousers up to wade in and get a better angle and all was quiet - apart from about 50 zombies running down the pebbly shore. Yes, that's right. Zombies. The tranquility of this image betrays nothing of the chaos behind me - the making of a movie involving the undead in full garb and bloodied faces. It gave the morning a surreal edge.
Now, just as those zombies could be taken to represent humankind's fear of death, this image might for you represent more than what it shows. The old pier at Brighton beach could be used as a symbol for many things - hope, faded beauty, defiance, loneliness - the list is no doubt endless. When we look at an image what do we see? Ourselves perhaps. That's why I called this one 'metaphor' - let it stand for whatever you think it should.
Taken at about 8am, f16, 90 seconds (b&w 10 stop filter), tripod - finger firmly held on button as my remote doesn't seem to be working! I must find out why for next time!
I never understand it. I never understood how people could just walk out of my life and pretend they never met me. Like every words I said was unspoken and every touch was never felt, and then it begins to drive me crazy. I begin to think my mind is playing tricks on me. Did they really exsist? because there's no longer a sign of life. There's photographs,messeges and notesbut who's the person? berly recognizable yet enough to distingish. I'm not like them. . I care and I show it and even If they don't, I'll keep their memories alive. The imprint is too big to hide so...Why try?
© Suna Cho
For years, while my father was in a care home, my sister and I would go for a walk nearby and visit this old, abandoned farmhouse. Each year it was a bit more ruinous, and there was a clear metaphor for our father's decline. This picture was taken on the afternoon of his funeral, when we visited it for probably the last time. I think perhaps we thought that it would have vanished too, but it was still there. Soon, though, it too will have gone.